Lyrics:
buckle the fuck up
(see what I'm saying?)
Where you gonna hide?
Rags to rags, how does the stone turn to static?
Its tragic, drop 'em lie a bad force
brain
I pledge allegiance to no flag,
A blood rag, on every body bag
I'm not wearing a price tag,
A toe tag, for anybody's rag
I bow down to no
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
You're bound to fall for the bugle call;
You're gonna brag 'bout the Bugle Call Rag.
Thin or fat, young or old;
Shake their shoulders bold.
mighty N-A
Packin' heat, holdin' a fort down
And if you disagree your out of pocket
Comin' up short now
[Woodie]
[Chorus]
All who wear them bloody rags
a shitty life?
But like Cindy man i think we'll be alright
You already know we're next Cinderella in a dress rags to riches then its death
X2
Cinderella in
bebble
Before me touch 'e road
Water, mi soap, and rag together
Put mi skin inna some clothes
Lef out di house, ready fi cheddar
Never leff e rat trap
bang
Got a brand new rag
Dimaonds, only raf
Diamonds roller blade
Diamonds yeh they aight
My whip on a ike
Ride me like a bike
100 thousand bag
That's
wash)
Woo, woo, Hoo! (zoo wash yeah)
(Work and work) Well those pets never seem to stop coming
(Work and work) Keep those RAGS and machines HUMMIN'
When I was a little girl I had a rag doll
The only doll I've ever owned
Now I love you just the way I loved that rag doll
But only now my love has
Ahh
Ya its rags
Its rags to the riches
Im on the road to the riches
I need to get money
I need to get thousands now
Dealing wit wops and
Im
Rollin down da calle in my rag four
Checkin out some hynas got a fifty dollar pore
Went to da park to hit da juice
Crazy homies out there waitin
shook his little head
Popped a shoeshine rag and then he said
"Get rhythm, get rhythm when you get the blues
Get rhythm when you get the blues
Get a rock
I'm gonna run what's the point in all this
I've seen it all now and I must admit
being a beggar on an oily old rag
is not a living for me
I'm
Fuckin' Riot!
Grab the gas, Grab the rags
Molotov Cocktails in our hands
Swing 'em up, Swing 'em high
Burn them fuckers till they die
Religious
Sanguanaried by the mob it scents the blood
Oppres the slaves they're pagans still
The swamp seems deep traitors everywhere
In rags we stand before the golem
and gathered up the whole gwap, S.O.D game 6
5th is for the million cars.
Im bout the cars, im bout the swagg, im bout the whip,
im bout the rag, im bout
That's why most of us out here testing our luck
Trust
Blue rags and red rags means toe tags
And I ain't talking them gangs
This country man
Racist leaders
Miraculous,
Went from rags to riches
Cadillac ambitions, yeah
Soon as you step outside
It's waiting for you
Right where you left it
How you expect this
イカれてるふりでやつは game over
Shopping in the dover
夜中に coke up
何人足りも犯せない zone が
逆に調子がいい jet rag (jet rag)
身体の火照りが冷めない (冷めない)
もうされない judge は (judge は)
されない judge
by myself i got use to yeah yeah yeah
Got no place to call home
Got no love of my own
To call my own
To call my own, own
We going rag to riches
adding interests, bag is shifting
Nigga from rags to riches, ah
The scales is tipping, balance drifting, Nigga the weight i'm lifting, ah
From Scratch
Whole Lot Of A sense -
Went from rags to riches I ain’t sacrifice a lamb
If he a rat get rags and stitches scare him off make em scram
Why they
Yeah, we went from rags to riches
6'4 rags with switches
2 and 3 bags for my bitches
Hit's sacks, no clearance
Sample of the pussy, get the clearance
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